tried a few programs but blurry etc.
Meg Hagerty is in the photo. She may have a better picture.
The picture was from the post star.
Send her a message on facebook. Here is her page.
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By Meg Hagerty mhagerty@poststar.com"Uncle" Jim Fisk with a group of visitors on the set of Freihofer’s “Breadtime Stories” on March 9, 1965. Fish was the host from 1956 until the show went off the air in 1966. Meg Hagerty is seated in the bottom right corner. She appeared for her fourth birthday.
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It was March 9, 1965 — the day of my television debut.
My mother and 11-year-old brother, Rob, were at home in East Greenbush, outside of Albany, waiting for the 5:15 p.m. broadcast of "Breadtime Stories" to start, while my father drove me to the WRGB Studios.
Rob, who had paid for my birthday cake by raking leaves and shoveling driveways, had called a month in advance to arrange for me to appear on the program for my fourth birthday.
I was now sitting on a bottom bleacher with 33 other little kids waiting for Uncle Jim to appear, and judging from my uneasy expression in a photo taken with Uncle Jim, I think I was a bit terrified.
That day remains fuzzy in my memory, but I do remember thinking that being on the set of "Breadtime Stories" — which I always thought was just the "Freddie Freihofer Show" — wasn’t as magical as watching the program from home. It was sort of like learning the truth about Santa Claus.
Rob said he coached me beforehand so that I’d have a chance of being chosen by Uncle Jim to make a coveted squiggle with him.
"I told you to tell them that you wanted to sit in the front row because you had a tough time climbing up on the bleachers and were afraid that you might fall," Rob recalled recently. "You needed to jump up and wave both hands when Uncle Jim asked, ‘Who wants to squiggle?’"
I must have been one of those "spectacles" David Fisk spoke of because I was one of three children chosen to squiggle.
After the broadcast, I’m told I arrived home wearing chocolate chip cookie crumbs on my face, probably from the free box that I was given at the studio, and carrying a birthday cake to commemorate a very special fourth birthday.
It was about 20 years ago that I finally parted with a Freihofer’s baking hat and my squiggle of a lion that Uncle Jim created from two red dots on a piece of paper. But I’ll always have the memory of being part of a small piece of Capital District history.
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